Jack's looking through the empty boxes of weapons, tape measure in hand. Measuring the dimensions of the supports in the boxes, he can get an idea of how large the weapons were that were packed inside, and he's not getting an encouraging picture.
Frustrated, he turns around, snapping the tape back into its case. Dammit, he wants to be moving,
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"Hey Jack--You having trouble reaching CTU?"
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"No, they didn't."
The metallic synthesized sound of a telephone ringing--
Doyle grimaces at his phone as it goes off, nodding to Jack, he whispers "Division". Nodding his head, Doyle began to carry on a conversation that involved the person on the other end talking and Doyle rolling his eyes and grunting in a surly fashion for affirmation. Until he suddenly exclaimed:
"...Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuck!"
The phone slammed shut while the woman on the other end was still talking.
"Jack, we got a situation. There are terrorists at goddamn CTU. We're to report to Division immediately for briefings, meetings, and lots of talk."
Doyle didn't exactly sound pleased about Division's response.
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Tony would never forgive me if I let anything happen to Michelle and the baby.
"They're not sending a team in right away?" he asks, though he knows the answer already. At the very least, Division will want schematics of CTU, sattelite coverage and an action plan before they go in, and that's only if they don't try to make contact with the hostiles and talk them down first.
He's about to turn toward his car when another thought hits him, one that makes him feel even more nauseous. "Do they know if the nuke is there?"
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